I have nothing to put in my stew, you see, Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea, So I`ll just climb in the pot to see If I can make a stew out of me. I`ll put in some pepper and salt and I`ll sit In the bubbling water--I won`t scream a bit. I`ll sing while I simmer, I`ll smile while I`m stewing, I`ll taste myself often to see how I`m doing. I`ll stir me around with this big wooden spoon And serve myself up at a quarter to noon. So bring out your stew bowls, You gobblers and snackers. Farewell--and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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